Thursday, June 17, 2010

Those lights we call stars

"It was here, on June 10, 1983, just a few hundred yards from Michael and his friends' fort, just down the road from the junior high and the homeless black veteran on the school roof, that S was murdered."

Houses sit quietly. There's a siesta-like hush. Cars inch by on the streets, rolling through stop signs. Music in the distance. Someone washing a car. The tops of trees in the woods sway softly.

"It made the front page of the local paper the next morning, below the fold."

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